We all have plenty of regrets. Of the ten thousand and fifty three I own up to, and am comfortable living with, one still irks me to this day, for two reasons; I cine-blocked my mom from watching the rest of a great movie; and I deprived myself of a love could have blossomed well before my college years (no need to cast a bad guy in the movie version of my life, I got the “My Own Worst Enemy” thing down pat). Fortunately I was able to undergo some therapy on the subject of one Miss Ellen Ripley recently in the form of my latest entry for the AMC Movie Blog. And while I’ve detailed time and again how “Aliens” is one of my favorite movies of all-time, that doesn’t quite forgive what happened back in Aigust of ‘86. To think about how much more I could have learned, felt and experienced had I just sacked up and watched the 2nd half of the movie with my mom, instead of tucking my tail between my chubby legs and heading home. Shame on you, 12-year old Nick. You could have embraced Ripley’s action babeage long before college. But that’s how we deal with mistakes and regrets; we blog. And freeze-frame on Ripley in her hyper-sleep pod nighty and imagine what it would have been like to see that as a pre-teen. So spacelicious.
About me
Hi, my name is Nick Stevens. And welcome, (you), to my weblog cabin, where a warm, cozy, punderful time can always be had. I created this as a showplace for the stuff I do as a Comedian/Host/Actor type who talks pop-culture, sports and snacks with great relish (underrated condiment!) It's also where I like to share thoughts, nonsense and stuff. Yeah, that's how I wanted to write that. But, visitor be warned: if you don't like rimshots, nachos, "Star Wars", fake mustaches or the New England Patriots then I suggest you leave now.
